"I was almost finished actually, but if you want to go over them before we leave that's fine." Flit said, motioning for him to sit down beside her. "The most important thing to remember here is the emergency shelter." She pointed to a spot on the map on her handheld that was labelled with the symbol of a cross. "And something I always do when I am in semi-unfamilliar territory is, when I've passed a shelter, count and remember the number of turns and tunnels between it and myself. Makes it easier to get back if there is an emergency."

It was hard for Flit to speak in such a business-like manner when Scraps was looking over her shoulder. His breath was hot on her ear and she could smell his masculine scent in the air. Flit bit her tongue, hard, she needed to concentrate. They were going to Zone X and could not afford to become distracted. She had a strange feeling that this would be as much of a test for him as it would be for her... even if it was for slightly different reasons.

Scraps listened attentively as Flit explained the map system in great detail. It was difficult to concentrate with her pressed so close to him, but because Scraps did not want to endanger her in anyway he paid close attention.

When they were satisfied with the routes they made their way to the armory to gear up for the patrol.

One of the things that Flit loved the most about going on patrol was arming up beforehand. She had been doing it for long enough now to have a ritual. She went about this as normal as Scraps went about his. She had noticed that it hadn't taken him long to fall into a similar sort of routine; she figured that this was something that he kept with him from being Registered.

After ten minutes Flit was dressed in her flak jacket, leather pants, and combat boots. She had her utility belt on with extra fire grenades, and had extra ammo as well. Just in case. As she did a last minute check of everything she had she warned Scraps to bring some extra stuff for himself.

"Zone X is one of the more infamous of our zones." She explained again, counting off her fire grenades. "If you are going to run into Government Officers it will be there. The fact that they are letting us take that patrol means that they really trust you now." Flit gave him a smile that was tinged with pride as she clipped her handgun into her belt. "You ready?" She asked.

~*~

The trip to the upper levels had been relatively uneventful. There were a few hazards that they would need to report, but nothing life threatening or dangers, more maintenance issues. As they got closer to the surface Flit came to believe that she had prepared Scraps for the worst for nothing.

"Did you see the emergency shelter as we passed it?" She asked, looking over her shoulder and nodding at the bare patch of wall behind them as they turned a corner. "This is when we start counting turns. Sometimes it is easier than trying to think of a map when you are on the run." She explained.

Scraps looked terribly cute as he concentrated on their mission. She noticed that he went into a strange zone whenever it was time to get down to business. His concentration was admirable, and she knew that he was extremely vigilant. However, she didn't realise just how vigilant he was until five minutes later when they passed a junction and entered the heart of Zone X.

"Scraps? Are you alright?" Flit asked as he froze, his entire body tense as his eyes scanned their surroundings. Flit looked around as well. It was then that she saw the tiny lights coming from the tunnels behind them.

"Shit." Flit whispered. "They aren't ours."

As she watched, the small lights separated into three separate beams. She could hear the footsteps now, even though they were being careful not to make too much noise. Then she felt it, the presence of another Derivate.

As Flit and Scraps prepared themselves for the upcoming mission he couldn't help but feel slightly anxious. It wasn't as if he hadn't been in dangerous life threatening scenarios before, it was the fact that he'd never had anybody he'd cared about before. Flit gave his life and his existence meaning. Before her, completing the mission for The Government held the highest priority. Over the last few weeks however, Scraps had become more than just a tool. He had friends, acquaintances and a lover. It was the first time in his mind that he referred to her as such, yet right here and now, it seemed the only appropriate word.

Scraps was used to the methodical procedures Flit used to prepare herself for patrols, she reminded him to pack additional equipment along with their usual due to the nature of Zone X. Oddly enough, it was more than likely Scraps had already ventured into the surface tunnels of Zone X. As a Registered Derivate they had successfully apprehended several unregistered's. After training with most of the Derivate's in the residence he concluded that it was highly unlikely it was any associated with them. Most of them were malnourished and quite underpowered. He could now look back in hindsight and be thankful he never encountered one of his new found friends.

Scraps double checked his armored vest and utility belt. He secured additional fire, smoke and flash grenades. Being a telekinetic, he preferred to carry a small side arm and would only use it as a back up. A tool more useful for a himself were the small stun darts that emitted a once off electric charge upon contact. With the darts, he would be capable of incapacitating multiple targets in one strike.

"I'm ready." he replied. Putting all other thoughts aside his mind focused on the task at hand.

Their initial scouting seemed quite uneventful, Flit noted only a few minor details that needed to be reported. As they journeyed down the long and narrow passageways she pointed out the shelter she had mentioned earlier in the night. Taking her advice he began committing each turn to memory. A few minutes later Scraps heard the undeniable sounds of grouped footfalls echoing down the hall. He paused suddenly to confirm his suspicions. Sure enough, beams of torch light glowed in the distance. Flit cursed informing him what he already knew.

Scraps felt a prickly sensation on the back of his neck, Both he and Flit looked at each other realising the same thing. Another Derivate was approaching their position. The protocol for this particular situation was retreat and concealment. They would back track as quick as they could and find the shelter so that they could report back to base. Wordlessly Flit and Scraps swiftly made their way back to the shelter. Their pursuers increased their pace no doubt sensing their presence.

With no need of stealth now Flit and Scraps broke into a sprint. Scraps dared a glance behind and spied several small objects being thrown in their direction. He quickly pushed Flit away from him knocking her to the side whilst he himself dived opposite her. The concussion grenades exploded less than a meter away from them knocking them further back. The force of the blast caused the already weak structure of the sewer tunnels to collapse, the effect of which created a wall of debris between Flit and himself. Scraps quickly regained his composure and eased himself of the ground.

"Flit, Flit are you okay?." He called out through the rubble. He couldn't see her through the seemingly thick pile of collapsed tunnel. Shouts that had become much louder reminded him of their pursuers presence and now, he could see the Registered Derivate and their team were nearly upon them.

"Flit, are you okay?" She could hear his voice, muffled, and accompanied by the sound of dust slipping and sliding over debris. As the dust began to settle Flit was faced with a wall of rubble and cement, but couldn't see Scraps. That was when her stomach began to churn.a

"Scraps?" She called, she turned around and realised that she was alone. "Are they over there?" She couldn't hear his answer over the sound of some rocks still shifting and through layers of cement. "SCRAPS! RUN! GET TO THE SHELTER! FOLLOW THE PROCEDURE!" She yelled.

Flit took a second to create a mental map of their location. She knew where the emergency shelter was from here, and she remembered where she last saw the three torchlight before the tunnels exploded around them. They would go after him straight away, she knew that, but if he turned down the tunnel they had come from he might be able to outrun them. If not.... Well, it wasn't something that Flit could afford to think about.

Flit turned, and with a clear map of the tunnel in her mind, she began to make several very fast jumps. She would be taking the long way around, but with any luck she would be able to cut them off at a junction she and Scraps had passed a while back.

It felt like an eternity before Flit reached the point where her path crossed that which she assumed Scraps would lead the Officers on. At first she stood, chest heaving and breath ragged, thinking that she had missed them. Or worse. But then her entire being flooded with relief when she hear several sets of footsteps thundering down the passage to her left. As quietly as she could, she peered around the corner. There were thirteen of them all up, including the Derivate. Scraps was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had already passed her? Or maybe they had already taken him down and were now searching for her. Flit had to decide; risk going back to the shelter and leave them free to roam the tunnels, or face them and hopefully find out what had happened to Scraps.

Flit yanked a poison dart off her belt and then jumped. Her jump landed her right behind the Derivate that was leading the party headlong towards her. The next instant her body was wrapped around the female Registered's and the fast-acting serum was seeping into the Derivate's body. It took another second for the woman to fall, her strange looking gun skittering across the floor noisily. It was then that the others realised what was happening. A chorus of shouts, orders and gunshots rang through the tunnels and the battle was on.

On her next jump, Flit stabbed one of the Officers in the thigh with another dart as she ran and slid across the tunnel floor. As she went she ripped a fire grenade off her belt and unleashed its power on the Officers. She didn't bother getting to her feet, instead the rolled and then jumped so that she knocked one of the Officer's off his feet and then stabbed him in the arm with a dart.

"THERE IT IS!" She heard a voice yell. She teleported so that she was standing above one of the Officer's dead bodies and saw the rest of their troops diving for something near the Registered Derivate's corpse. Flit didn't get it. What were they talking about.

"OVER HERE YOU IDIOTS!" She yelled after them. As they turned to look she jumped behind them and took out another one of them with the last of the poison darts on her belt. There were more in her pack, but now wasn't the time to do a search. Instead, she grabbed her dagger. It was time to get her hands dirty.

The other Officers had gotten to their feet and were forming ranks. Having them so close and in such a tight space would be hard, but she would be able to jump around and pick them off one by one. A quick count told her that she had already dispatched with at least six of them. That was good. She had lost the element of surprise but they were dropping faster than flies.

Flit jumped again and leapt up onto one of the Officer's back. She slit his throat as he cried out for help and all of the eyes turned on her. Before she could jump away, one of the Officers near the front of the group turned on her and pointed the strange gun at her. Flit almost laughed. She was faster than their weapons. Instead she jumped so that she was behind the next Officer along. It was then that she realised that it wasn't a normal weapon. There was a loud bang as it fired, but there was no ammunition. Instead, she felt a hot blast of air wash over her and every nerve in her body felt wrong.

Flit decided it was time to up her game. She went to jump, but she felt as though her innards were stretching out against her skin and she fell to the floor.

"What the hell?" She hissed, scrambling to her feet and then trying to jump further down the tunnel to recuperate. Instead of crossing the distance with next to no effort she cried out in pain as she felt that horrid sensation again. It was like every part of her wanted to jump, wanted to use her ability, but her body just refused to move.

Flit's hand snapped to her utility belt as she fought a wave of nausea and she pulled out one of her most powerful grenades. Before she could pull the pin a small dart buried itself in the sensitive skin of her neck and her world faded to black.

She told Scraps to follow procedure and so he did. Due to the recent collapse of the tunnel, all of their attention was on him now. He sprinted down the nearest tunnel and quickly shuffled down a passageway of to the side. His only hope was to confuse the Derivate tracking him enough that they wouldn't be able to find the shelter.

Using his knowledge of the tunnel system Scraps managed to out maneuver them enough so that he could no longer feel the presence of the Registered. Scraps slowed his pace, allowing him to catch his breath. When he was completely satisfied they had lost him he made his way directly to the shelter.

Upon arrival he followed the normal procedure to unlock the door mechanism. When it hummed to life he expected to see Flit inside and waiting for him. She was nowhere to be seen. It seemed highly unlikely that she would arrive after him especially when they were following his trail. Unless. Before he could garner the possibility he felt himself backtracking down the tunnels to where they first split up. In his attempt to lose The Government agent he may have inadvertently led them straight to Flit who would have no doubt, taken the longer path back to the shelter due to the fallen rubble.

A myriad of possibilities ran through his mind as he raced toward his intended destination. In his minds eye he could see her desperately fighting them off, he knew she was strong but even the strong can make mistakes. All it would take is one wrong move and she would be gone. The thought of loosing her hung heavily on his mind. The pain in his heart was not due to the strain of running, it was the undeniable fear that he could lose her right here, tonight. Scraps had never feared anything in his life, not before coming to the residence and not after, that was until now. No. He couldn't let it happen. Wouldn't let it happen.

Suddenly Scraps heard the familiar sounds of voices and footfalls in the distance. He couldn't sense the Derivate's presence yet and so he needed to be cautious. Luckily for him the passage way that he could approach them from would give him the perfect cover to assess the situation. Slowly, Scraps edged his way closer to his unsuspecting opponents. Oddly enough he still couldn't sense the presence of the Deriviate, either they had moved further on ahead or something else was amiss. Quickly Scraps buried any further negativity, if Flit truly was in danger he needed to keep a cool head.

Scraps was nearly upon them with still no sign of the Derivate, reaching the alcove he peered over slightly to give him a better view of the situation. What he saw chilled him to the bone. The human part of the retrieval team were moving in a loose formation around two of them that were half-dragging, half carrying the prone form of Flit. Now he understood why he couldn't sense a Derivate, they only emitted a psychic presence when conscious. Scraps could only assume that Flit managed to incapacitate the other Derivate first before getting captured. He still wasn't sure how they managed to capture her though but perhaps it was bad luck as he predicted.

"Is this the way we came?" the lead team member called out. He was carrying an odd looking weapon that Scraps had never seen before. It wasn't important right now. His first priority was to disarm and disable all the operatives and rescue Flit.

Without warning Flit awoke, she flailed and fought with her captors. The lead team member strode up to her and with the butt of his gun, knocked her squarely on the head knocking her unconscious again. She slumped over and the two carrying her had to reposition to keep a hold of her.

"This Bitch isn't worth it, we should just shoot her and be done with it." one of the others suggested.

"Good idea, but we should have a bit of fun with her first." another one chimed in motioning toward her with pelvis thrusts. The rest laughed in response.

Scraps couldn't believe what he was hearing not only did they intend on murdering her in cold blood, they also wanted to rape her as well. Scraps felt rage boiling up in his blood and he cold no longer sit idle while they joked about her unconscious form. He leapt from the alcove and sprayed a barrage of stun darts at her captors. Some of them were effective but most bounced harmlessly of their body armor. It mattered not, with the element of surprise he had already put himself in a prime position to deal the most damage. There would be no holding back and with a wave of his hand two of the closest members of the team exploded in a shower of blood and body parts. The rest of them tried to reorganise themselves, but Scraps disarmed each of them methodically, starting with the lead member. Their weapons flying haphazardly around the area and when they realised they couldn't fight him with their guns they attempted close combat. Big mistake. Combining physical gestures with telekinesis his opponents were sent spiraling away. Without the tether of his control they suffered more than simple bruises, in fact most of their injuries were fatal. He made sure of it.

When he was done Scraps looked around at the pile of bodies strewn across the sewer Junction. Blood ran freely down the drainage system like water through a river and Scraps could feel a thin coat of it lining his exposed skin. None of that mattered now as he quickly approached Flit's still unconscious form. With single-minded purpose he carried her back to the shelter. When they arrived and he was finally satisfied they were safe, his felt his rage slowly subside. On the bed he lay her on Flit slowly regained consciousness.

After her world had turned black, Flit's unconscious mind had run through every possible way that Scraps could have died. She had seen him shot, stabbed, his neck snapped, and his body being piled under rubble. Flit had been there for some of his deaths, and she had merely read the report about others. When her eyes opened she cried out in pain as the bright lights assaulted her and she wondered where she was. She sat up quickly, too quickly perhaps, and her head swam. She could feel cool trails of drying tears down her cheek as her eyes adjusted to the light and she looked around frantically.

"Scraps?" Her voice was desperate this time, her eyes searching fervently for his familiar face.

A strange, fragile sense of relief filled her entire body and soul when her hazel eyes locked with his crimson ones. Her mouth opened in a perfect circle and she only hoped that this wasn't another one of her nightmares.

"Scraps?" This time she had to try hard to call his name and her voice was small and unsure.

Flit called his name as she awoke. He answered her but she was still between being awake and asleep. She sat up suddenly and he could see that she was quite disoriented. He looked deep into her eyes and held her shoulders firmly.

I'm right here... His voice echoed through her mind as the world slowly settled into place around her. The warmth of his hands through her clothes and his masculine scent were enough to bring her back to reality.

Flit looked into his eyes for a moment, unable to believe her luck. He had found her and brought her back to safety.

"Scraps." This time his name was accompanied by a genuine smile and a sense of complete and utter relief. She leant forward slowly, trying not to let the pounding in her head distract her, and she pressed her lips against his.

Scraps accepted the kiss gratefully. For a moment he thought he saved her only to have her fall into madness. He couldn't keep his affection civil and poured as much of his passion as he could into the kiss. His hands moved from her shoulders to her lower back and pulled her closer toward him.

Scraps tasted so good. He was everything that she wanted at that moment and more. The knowledge that she could of been captured by the Officers filled her with dread and a sense of being incomplete. Her time was too short to waste. She had spent the past month with him, and all she knew now was that it wasn't enough. She wanted him for longer, she wanted more of him for longer.

Flit eagerly returned Scraps's passion, tangling her hand through his hair and pulling him against her even tighter. However, as she kissed him a small, and annoying logical part of her mind made her pull away.

"How long was I out for?" She asked him, breathing heavily. Now that she had kissed him her thoughts turned to those that she had left behind at the Residence. They would need to know that they were fine and that there was a troop of Officers on their turf.

Flit responded to his kiss with comfortable familiarity. His mind was overloaded with the feeling of relief. It was such a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil he faced when observing and dispatching her captors. She stopped their kiss suddenly and her face transformed from happiness to worry.

"Don't worry Flit, I have already contacted the Residence. I told them we would have to stay out here for the night." he explained.

"Did you tell them about the Officers though? And the gun!" Her mind raced "Oh shit, Scraps, did you get that gun?" She could feel the panic rising. The chase and the fight taking it's toll on her emotions.

Even with his calm explanation she still seemed worried, mentioning something about a gun. Scanning his memory Scraps suddenly realised what she was referring too. The odd weapon held by the lead team member; the haze of rage that consumed him blocked all rational thought which had probably led to the destruction of the weapon.

"They know about the officer, oh and about that gun, I think I kind of destroyed it when I came to rescue you." he explained cautiously.
"What's so important about it anyway?" he asked trying to brush the blame off. He was hoping it wasn't hugely important as it was most likely in pieces now.

"It is why they captured me!" Flit said frantically. She stopped speaking for a moment, took a deep breath to centre herself, and then continued to speak, a little calmer this time. "I don't know how it works but they shot some strange energy wave at me and I couldn't use my abilities. Every time I tried to teleport I felt as though my body wanted to move but my skin wanted to stay put." Flit shivered, remembering the terrible feeling. "The guys back at base need to know about it... If they can neutralise our abilities we are screwed!" She said.

Then, a horrible thought filled her mind. Gently pulling away from she got to her feet slowly, her head spinning as she did do. She concentrated all of her energy on a spot a few feet away and then went for it.

When Flit opened her eyes she had managed to port the distance. She felt even queasier than she had before but her relief made the extra sensation negligible.

"I'm okay!" She said happily, turning back to face Scraps as he sat on the ruffled covers of one of the five beds in the room. This shelter was much larger than the last one they had stayed in.

Shakily, she made her way over to the cabinet with the red cross on it and rifled through it until she found a small silver packet with a few numbers on it.

"Did you give my anything while I was out?" She asked, "And how long was I out of it for?"

Scraps felt even worse after Flit explained the purpose of the weapon, unfortunately there was nothing they could do about it now. He was relieved when Flit was still able to jump albeit with some difficulty, they could only hope that in time she would regain full use of her abilities.

"I haven't given you anything. I..I wasn't sure what they'd done to you yet." he explained shakily.

"You weren't out for too long, by my calculation probably thirty minutes at the most." he informed her.

"Oh good." Flit said, eagerly ripping the top of the foil packet and downing the pills inside without even getting some water to help her swallow. If he had given her something she would just have to deal with the pain, but with any luck these pills would dull the throbbing in her head. When she was done she walked back over to the bed and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry about that Scraps." She said, not able to meet his eyes. "I was so worried when I saw that they were there and you were nowhere nearby. I thought that... Well, for a second..." Flit closed her eyes and remembered to breathe. She couldn't even think it without getting upset, let alone talk about it. She had to change the topic. "Who would've thunk it, eh?" Flit said, giving him a small smile "You were the one to save me this time!"

Scraps smiled at her casual banter, it seemed so out of place after their near catastrophic encounter. His elation only lasted a few minutes as he suddenly relived the last few moments of her capture. As an observer to his own memories he hardly recognised the crazed man trying to save his lover, his single-minded determination, without care for any consequences brought a sense of disbelieve about his own actions.

"I guess that almost makes us even then. " he agreed.

"Flit, I almost lost you today. When I arrived at the shelter and you weren't there, emy mind just wnt crazy. I kept going over in my head, all the terrible possibilities. " he explained somberly.

"I know now, that I cannot live without you Flit, you have become everything to me. To lose you would be like losing a fragment of myself, I know it seems a strange thing to say to someone I've only known a short time, but when I look at my life before you. I just cannot to go back. I will not go back." he continued.

"When I found you with the retrieval team, unconscious and helpless, it was like my worst nightmares had come to life. However, it was when they contemplated how they were going to deal with you that's when I snapped. It was like my sanity was only being held back by an elastic band and it suddenly broke free releasing something I never knew I had. It felt like I had no control of my body anymore Flit, when I fought those soldiers I literally ripped them apart. There was barely anything left but blood, bits and pieces of what used to be human people." Scraps voice began to break as he told his tale

"Even though you're safe now, I'm worried that if I lose control like that again I might hurt someone I care about, I might hurt you. I couldn't bare the thought of causing any harm to befall you." he concluded. He felt a tear form at the corner of his eye. It seemed an odd reaction to telling such a gruesome story, yet his own emotional state seemed so fragile and it was difficult to determine what he was truly feeling. He looked deep into her eyes wondering what she was thinking.

Flit watched as Scraps tried to process her joke. When he begun to speak it was like he had opened up a set of floodgates. He told her what had happened when he had found her. He explained that he had lost control, that he had torn those Officers apart. What caught her attention the most, though, was how he spoke about her. When he looked at her, a tear forming in his eye, she knew that she meant just as much to him as he did to her. It was mutual, there was no question about it any more.

Flit wasn't sure what to say. Her own emotions were running just as wild as his, and she could feel his desperation blending with hers in the tense air that surrounded them. As he looked deeply into her eyes that her dream self had felt at the thought of losing him played through her mind anew. Tears began to form in her own eyes and she reached out, her hand cupping his face gently.

Slowly, carefully, Flit leant forward. When their lips met it was with such tenderness that her heart ached for it. She wasn't sure what to say to him; what could she possibly say to match such heartfelt words? Instead, Flit decided to show him how she felt. She put all of her emotions into their kiss, the tenderness, the desire, the attachment. As their tongues met Flit moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel him closer to her.

Flit's kiss broke him out of his dark brooding. The intense passion he felt streaming fomr her lips washed away every shadowy thought that remained.

Scraps's mind only focused on one thing. Her. He felt his own passion stirring within the confines of his pants as her body moved in an amorous dance with his own. His hands pulled at her clothing desperately, his only desire to feel her hot naked body against his own.

He managed to unclip her body armor and remove it shortly followed by her shirt. He quickly turned his attention to his own clothing and relieved himself of the same. With the initial part of his task complete, Scraps resumed their passionate kiss and pulled her closer luxuriating in the contact of their heated skin.

As their bodies pressed together, hot and eager, the only thing between their torsos was Flit's bra. Without a second thought she let go of Scraps and unhooked it eagerly, then pulled it from between them. She sighed as their skin collided and she captured his lips again. If felt so good to be pressed against him, both of their bodies filled with the fire of their passion.

It wasn't long before Flit wanted more. She pulled away from Scraps, breasts rising and falling rapidly, and she gently pushed him back against the bed. Her fingers undid his belt and pants in a manner of seconds and she pulled them down. His underwear was tented with his arousal and the sight made her moan in anticipation. She wanted him. Now.

Flit pulled Scraps's underwear down and then grabbed his pants, taking them off his legs eagerly. Then she crawled on top of him, her legs straddling his hips and her leather clad womanhood pressed against his naked erection eagerly. This time, when she kissed him, she rubbed herself up against him desperately, her hips rolling as her tongue explore his mouth. His manhood was hard, and if felt wickedly good against her desperate body.

Scraps thoroughly enjoyed her soft warm skin against his own. The swell of her breats pressed against his chest the peak of her nipples hard against him arousing him further. His hands traveled the length of her naked back as she deepened their kiss.

Flit deftly removed his pants to release his hardened rod from his restrictive prison. His stiff manhood lay against his lower stomach proud and ready for the taking. Still in her leather pants Flit straddled him, grinding her pelvis against him she relieved some of the tension that had built up.

As she gyrated her hips on top of him, Scraps leaned forward slightly to capture one of her perfectly positioned nipples in his hungry mouth, using a combination of lips, tongue and teeth he massaged the erect buds of flesh enhancing her pleasure. With his hand on her back still, he edged his fingers down and slipped underneath the back waist band of her pants. He bypassed her underwear going straight for the smooth bare cheeks of her rounded bottom. His hand stroked up and down subtly hinting at the removal of her pants.

When Scraps's hands slid beneath her pants and gently stroked her arse Flit moaned. His skin was hot against hers, and she could tell that they were both desperate for more. Her desire increased and the need to have him inside her was nearly painful. She broke their kiss and grinned at him before teleporting to stand in a spot just beside the bed. When his confused eyes found her she laughed and then jumped again, this time being sure to leave her pants and underwear in the old position while she jumped so that she was straddling him.

Scraps's eyes widened with shock and pleasure as she pressed her now naked core down against him. The heat of his rod seared her wet folds and she whimpered at the pleasure that she felt. Flit looked down to see Scraps watching her, his red eyes full of raw desire that made her inner self even more desperate.

Flit rolled her hips slightly and caught the tip of his erection at her wet entrance. A part of her wanted to slam down on him and ride him mercilessly, but she knew that she would have to wait. This would be his first time, and she wanted him to enjoy every second of it. Plus, they had no need to rush; they had as long as much time as their bodies would give them.

Flit leant down and placed a soft kiss on Scraps's cheek as she begun to lower herself. His head, hot and smooth, was stretching her entrance now, teasing her, tormenting her. She nipped at his earlobe as she pushed down further, his member slowly slipping past the initial resistance and settling just inside of her. She licked his neck and then bit it as she lowered herself down at a slow and steady pace, leisurely accepting his eager rod into her channel, enjoying the way that her muscles cleaved to his hardness.

When Flit had finally hilted Scraps inside of her she stopped kissing his neck and pulled back so that she could look into his eyes to see the flames of desire in those deep crimson orbs. She smiled and leant forward, capturing his lips in a slow and tender kiss as she raised her hips just as slowly as she had lowered them. When he was back at her entrance she slammed down on him, hard. She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure at the feeling before doing the same thing again.

Flit kept the in and slow out strokes going until she couldn't handle it any longer. She shifted her knees and then sat up as she straddled Scraps, placing her hands on his chest before resuming. This time she went with her instincts; she rode him hard, and fast, pressing her aching clitoris against his pubic bone and building layer upon precarious layer of her pleasure atop one another until it all came tumbling down around her. Flit's voice echoed off the walls as she came, her orgasm radiating from her core and shaking her entire body until she could handle no more.

Scraps could barely hide his shock when he sensed the tell tale effects of Flit teleport. At first he was worried that she had suddenly lost control of her abilities but when she blinked right back on top of him, she left her pants behind making her naked. Completely naked.

The sight of his desperate manhood pressed against the dripping folds of her nether-lips not only renewed his lust but multiplied it tenfold. It took all his remaining willpower not to move himself into a more desirable position. Many times they had found themselves in a similar predicament and Flit had halted their progress, yet here and now with the sexual energy that literally poured from their bodies he doubted his ability to restrain himself.

Flit gyrated her hips around the flesh of his member until the very head of him sliped ever so slightly into her soaking entrance. She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his cheek, it provided little distraction as he felt her slowly impale herself upon his throbbing rod. Scraps could no longer keep his eyes open, the only thing he could focus on was her warm moist canal slowly engulfing him. He enjoyed the incredible tightness of her muscles around him as they slowly adjusted to his girth. Like a slow agonising torture she absorbed his manhood deep within her core.

When she finally sheathed him to the the base, Scraps felt like he'd reached a higher state of existence, his mind floated above his body yet he felt every single touch of her loving caress. When he finally regained some semblance of sanity Flit pulled herself back off him just as slowly until his tip sat in the edge of her entrance, upon reaching his point she slammed back down upon him with a force he'd never felt before. He barely heard her cry of pleasure as he bellowed out a loud grunt of his own in unison.

She continued the slow pace for a short while which allowed his overwhelmed mind to catch up to his well pleasured body. Just as he caught up Flit increased the pace of her movements. She changed the angle of his penetration by sitting back up and placing her hands on his chest. From this angle he could admire her perfectly formed breasts and if he looked downward he could see the wondrous sight of her body pressed against his own. Flit moved her hips back and forward, grinding her womanhood against him. Even though the stroking movements had been minimised it was no less desirable. With the change in position he remained deeply within her and felt each delectable squeeze of her inner muscles around his sensitive erection. Before long he felt the tell tale signs of his climax building, Scraps braced himself against her with his hands by grasping her shapely hips. With the added support, he was able to time his movements with hers bringing them closer to each others climax.

Moments later he felt her nails dig into his chest and her core tighten against him stronger than ever before, the effect of which allowed his own release to burst forth and shoot waves of liquid lust directly into her awaiting center. Her cries of pleasure mixed with his grunts of satisfaction rung through the small confined space of the shelter. When their bodies finally fell down from their state of pure elation Flit collapsed on him heavily in a loving embrace.

They stayed together in this position for a short moment, Scraps felt his member slowly softening within her as his heart rate settled back into a normal speed.